Walking With The Wind

A poem. No way!

 

All the wind that has ever blown

Could that wind just bring me home?

If I walk with the wind?

 

Down manmade concrete sidewalks that will not last

And memories that are fading fast

The wind and I

Me and the wind

We can run together

Hand in hand.

 

Weaving between the clouds

We will soar

And I can wonder how

I’d never seen the world

Quite like this before

 

Raging with the wind

Across silenced cities

And impelled plains

The wind and I

The wind and me

We could whisper the truth

For all the open ears.

 

And would the wind ever stop blowing

Would the wind ever stop knowing?

Can the wind

Ever take me home?